Cave-o-sapien -you were made for breaking of my back.
As I carried you past quiet houses,kicking through the roses in the yard, 
I spiedthe wildflower kisses on your neck - saw the gardenhad been trampled past repair.
Oh, Cave-o-sapien.
You look like the sunrise!- purple, lemon, baby-blue and gold -but 
I knew it sounded bad when you said 
NO REGRETSand then said nothing more.
And while you;re leaning deep into the smokeof those sticksyou keep rubbing together,
I keep thinking about how bad it's gonna burn,and all the people 
I loved, back home,who 
I loved, and love,that you turned on.
People just offering shelter from the wind.
So bow your head into the wind,my 
Cave-o-sapien.
I had a vision of a gorilla,and he was a killer,
A killer!Alone,in fields of stone,you're not the sunrise,you're just alone.
But I've got you, until you're gone